Ooookay! Long time, no read. I apologize. I've basically been bouncing back and forth between Siberia and Baltimore and it's really weird, but whatever. Anyways, I'm here to stay for the summer and I should be writing lots, so, yaaaaay! Read on now...Oh, and feel free to ask any questions if things aren't 100% clear to you.
"Merry meet, Professor Night. Did you find the girl okay?" a woman asked. Wow she's beautiful. Uber tall with and graceful with black hair pulled up and styled neatly. I smiled at her from behind Erik and she smiled back. I now know my beauty goal for my adult years. To be as beautiful and graceful as she is. As much fighting that I do, it's a wonder that I haven't grown facial hair, broad shoulders and a penis, let alone still extremely girl-like-looking. "Hello, dear. Merry meet." I looked at Erik in question and he fisted his hand over his heart and bowed before repeating her words. Oh. This is the greeting. A simple 'Hey, what's up?' would work just as effectively, but whatever. I copied him and stood back up properly, meeting the woman's pleased smile and gaze.
"I'm Victoria Volcov."
"Yes, I know you well, child. I am Thanatos, member of the High Council and new High Priestess of the Tulsa House of Night." Wow. She's got one hell of a bio. "Come child, we will get you all settled in. Professor Night, you may return back to your class. It just started." Professor? Class? The dude looked about 18. I glanced at him as he looked back and forth between us. Or 19. Yeah. 19 is good.
"Oh, I was going to stay with Victoria, you know, just in case there are any problems or anything with the mark." Thanatos looked me over, obviously having seen my apparent odd mark.
"Do you feel well, Victoria?"
"Yes. I'm fine. You can go to your…class, Professor Night." He grinned and walked out. Thanatos led me to my new room, I got all settled in and everything before going to my fifth period class, and it's 1:17 am. Apparently, vampyres actually live opposite humans. School is at night and we sleep during the day. This is going to take some getting used to. But Thanatos assigned me a mentor that I have to meet later named Stark, and apparently, we're supposed to have a lot in common. That's why she chose him for me, she said. Otherwise, I would have a female mentor. I walked into my class, which is drama, taking place in the auditorium. It was huge, and very impressive. And at the moment, completely full of students, mostly girls, that all turned to me upon my entrance. Why are there so many people interested in drama? Then I noticed who the teacher was. Erik. No wonder so many girls were suddenly so interested in drama. Erik has to be one of the hottest things walking the planet. He was also watching me and smirked a little. I walked in and sat down and he continued with whatever he was talking about. I honestly wasn't paying much attention. Once the class was over I stood and started getting my few doodles together.
"Do you not like drama?" Erik asked from behind me. I glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Wow. You didn't even jump."
"Did you not just witness what my house is like? And that's only on a good day. I have no room to be afraid and my senses have keened to a level entirely too high, even for an immortal. And I never said I didn't like drama."
"You didn't have to. Actions speak much louder than words."
"What did I do?" He picked up one of the papers I'd doodled on with a smile.
"You've been drawing for the last 45 minutes." I shrugged.
"No, it's not my first choice, but I can tolerate it."
"Tolerate?"
"Acting…it just isn't my thing. I'm a realist with very little imagination, so acting doesn't really …covet me. I had stage fright as a kid, so I never got on one unless absolutely, 100% necessary. Don't worry. There's no offense to you. I'll get transferred out and everything will be okay." He looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't say anything.
"What's your next class?"
"Umm…" I looked down at my schedule and sighed. "Lunch."
"Good. Come down here on stage for a second. I wanna show you something."
"Why should I as opposed to eating?"
"You don't have anyone to sit with for starters. Secondly, this'll be beneficial for you and third I'll get you food in a second." Good points. I shrugged and followed him down to the stage. "Okay, take this," he said handing me a paper with scene lines on it. I looked at the name and cocked my head at him, giving him a look of irritation.
"Hamlet? Seriously? Not only is this acting, which again isn't my thing, but this is Shakespeare. I can't act, Erik. There's no way around it." He rolled his eyes and picked up a paper himself.
"Just try it, Victoria. If you're as horrible as you say, I'll help you transfer from the class. If not, you have to sit up here right in front of me and actually pay attention." I thought it over then nodded.
"Fine. Deal. Just don't be upset when I'm proven right."
"Alright. And could you actually try to become the character instead of just reading the lines? Try."
"Okay. Let's get this over with. Who am I?"
"Ophelia. And I am Hamlet. Just…if you can't do it, feed off of my energy. That should be enough to fuel even someone who has nothing but abhorrence for acting."
"I never said−─"
"Actions. They speak louder than words." I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Alright alright. Let's do this. Go."
"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?"
" No, my lord."
" I mean, my head upon your lap?"
" Ay, my lord."
"Do you think I meant country matters?"
" I think nothing, my lord."
" That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs."
" What is, my lord?"
"Nothing."
"You are merry, my lord."
" Who, I?"
" Ay, my lord."
" O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? For, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours."
" Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord."
"So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is "'For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.'" He's really good. No, Erik's better than good. He's absolutely amazing. I felt as if he really was Hamlet. So passionate and into the stuff. "Then the actors come in and act out the scene. Okay, now go."
"What means this, my lord?"
"Marry, this' miching mallecho; it means mischief.
"Belike this show imports the argument of the play. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all."
"Will he tell us what this show meant?"
"Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means."
"You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play." He checks the paper and acknowledges the prologue before continuing. "Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?"
" 'Tis brief, my lord."
"As woman's love." I looked away from him and sat the paper down, then began straightening the others, anything to keep from looking at him.
"So? How'd I do?"
"You were amazing. You need a little work on your confidence and everything, but that's normal. You're a natu−─"
"Don't say it."
"What?"
"That I'm a natural. I'm not. I have no imagination and am no good at acting. Well, then again, I was capable of hiding and lying about the fact that my father's a freaking psychopath, but I guess that may just be natural. Now that, I can do. That I'm really a natural at." He stared at me for a while then laughed a little.
"Are you always this negative about yourself?"
"What?"
"I'm just curious. Do you always bring yourself down so low?" I furrowed my eyebrows and hopped off the stage.
"I'm going to go get something to eat," I said, walking back up the stairs.
"Wait, I'll walk with you."
"That's fine. I think I'm capable of walking to the cafeteria without getting lost," I scoffed.
"What if something bad happens?" he says, appearing in front of me, probably having used his vampire speed thing.
"I'm a big girl, Professor Night. I'm pretty sure I can handle myself." He grabbed my arm lightly, and I grabbed his wrist tightly, twisted it and pushed him in the chest before knocking him to the ground by knocking my foot into his calves. He stared up at me in shock and my eyes were widened a little. "I'm sorry," I whispered, helping him up.
"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have touched you." I nodded in agreement.
"You can't do stuff like that. I have space issues. Do not enter my space." He nodded.
"Touché." I stared at him then sighed.
"Come on. I don't know where the cafeteria is anyways." He smiled a little then led the way out.
"You may get to meet your roommate."
"Roommate?"
"Yeah. Everyone has a roommate…unless they request not to have one or their roommate doesn't go through the change."
"The change. Is that why your crescent is filled in and mine isn't?"
"Yeah."
"Is that why you're also a teacher?" I asked with a smirk and he nodded. "How old are you anyways?"
"19."
"Figured. Alright. So…a 19 year old teacher who is absolutely amazing on stage and is 100% hot is in Tulsa instead of Hollywood because…?"
"I'm…I'm actually not really sure. Of course I thought about it, but I never got around to it. I guess all the craziness that was taking place sorta messed with my logic and tangled my thoughts."
"Craziness?"
"Long story. I'll tell you later if no one beats me to it." I looked at him when he said that, wondering why he thought there'd be a "later". Yeah, I'm in his class, but that's not a time to tell everybody to shut up while he told me the infamous House of Night nightmare. So he obviously meant outside of class. He looked at me. "What?" I shook my head and turned forward again.
"So…this roommate. Do you know her name?"
"Aneesa. Aneesa Achari. She's from Bangladesh. You'll like her. She's really nice." I nodded as we entered what had to be the cafeteria. There were vampyres everywhere, not that I expected anything else. It looked kinda like a normal high school cafeteria. Well, except that this one looked like it was meant for a rich banquet. Fancy stuff all around. "Here comes Shaylin. You'll like her." I looked and saw a girl skipping over to us.
"Hi, Erik." She looked at me and smiled bright. "Hi, I'm Shaylin," she said,, extending her hand to me. I hesitated, but shook it and smiled a little.
"Victoria."
"You're new, right?" I nodded and she smiled. "I like you." I looked at Erik, a little weirded out. "Her color is bright. It's white, kinda like a diamond flashing, with a lot of yellow around it. There's some blue in there, too."
"Sorry. Shaylin tends to speak out of thought without wondering if anybody understands. She can see auras of people. Of the soul. Tells basically if you're bad or good."
"I haven't 100% figured out what they all mean, though. But the yellow definitely means good. And the bright white. The blue is a little confusing. Like a contrast. It's really dark." She smiled again, sucked from her thoughts and looked over her shoulder. "You can sit with us if you want. There's always room for more people."
"Uh…sure, I guess." She beamed and grabbed my hand, leading me to a table full of people. They all looked up upon our appearance and smiled.
"Hi, Shaylin. We were just asking about you," a pretty girl with short curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes said.
"Hey, guys. This is Victoria. She's new and obviously a weirdo like us." I looked down at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Weirdo?"
"She's talking about your mark. It means something different," a pretty girl that looked like an African goddess said. "I'm Shaunee."
"Hi. Yeah, Erik was really stressing about this whole silver mark thing. Will it kill me or something?"
"Nah. You should be alright," a guy with blondish brown hair said. "I'm Stark. You're Russian?"
"Yes. Well, Russian and Hawaiian. But I lived in Siberia basically my whole life."
"When did you move to Tulsa?" a pretty pale girl with midnight hair and eyes said. She was curled up with Stark. Aw. Cute.
"About six months ago."
"Wow. Not even a year here and already you're sucked into the House of Night," a drop dead gorgeous, but extremely sarcastic blonde girl said.
"That's Aphrodite and Darius. Over there's Damien, here's Stevie Rae and Rephaim. That's Zoey with Stark. Ant, Johnny B, Kramisha…" she went on introducing everyone and we all greeted each other before I finally sat down with a slice of pizza.
"So, Victoria, why'd you leave Siberia?" Stevie Rae asked. I shrugged.
"My father wanted change. He moved us from Honolulu when I was only 5. No one ever asks why he moves us anymore. We just…go. Not without attitude and back talk, of course, but that does not affect him. He is stubborn."
"You didn't want to leave?"
"Honolulu, no. Then to go from a beautiful tropical and tranquil place that was really always warm to cold, snowy Siberia is a drastic change."
"Well, you got a cute accent out of it. So thumbs up for that," Damien said, sticking up his thumbs, to which I just smiled.
"Thank you."
"What class do you have next?" Shaylin asked. I pulled out my schedule and skimmed it.
"Vampyre Sociology." She frowned a little, which must mean we wouldn't be in class together.
"I have that next," Stark said. "What's your exercise for last period?"
"I don't have one. They gave me an open option. Kinda like an elective, I guess," I said with a shrug. Shaylin was smiling along with a few others around the table. "What?"
"You…you say what we say, but your accent makes it sound so different and just a little funny," Damien answered. I rolled my eyes and smirked a little.
"Oh, whatever. You just said it was cute."
"It's adorable. But it still sounds funny," Shaunee said with a shrug as she stood as well as Stark.
"I guess I can deal with that. Is it time to go?"
"Yeah. We have to go to the other building for Vamp Soc. We should go now if we're gonna get there on time without rushing." I nodded and stood.
"See you, Victoria. Nice meeting you," Stevie Rae said with a big grin. Everyone else waved and said goodbyes before I followed Stark out of the cafeteria.
"So how do you like it here so far?"
"In Tulsa in general or at the House of Night?"
"Either or."
"The school is alright. I haven't been here long. I only got to go to Drama 101 then lunch. And Tulsa…Tulsa is very interesting. It is different from my country. Very different."
"Do you like Siberia better than America?"
"In a way. It was not the best place, I guess, but it was home. I had friends…family." We walked into another building, talking low as we entered our classroom for Vampyre Sociology. The teacher used to be the High Priestess of the House of Night, Neferet, but she apparently went total psycho bitch and skipped out after releasing an immortal from underground and trying to kill everyone and start a gigantic war between humans and vampyres or some weird shit. The class was pretty insightful. We were talking about the history of vampyres and the High Council and little instances of other events went into the lecture, too. Afterwards, it was the elective exercise class and Stark and I semi-parted ways. I chose two: archery and tai-kwan-doe. I'm good at both. Growing up with an assassin as a father has its pros and cons. For instance, you learn to kill someone within 10 seconds with your bare hands or you'd never have to be afraid of someone breaking in and hurting anyone. When we first moved here from Siberia, someone broke into our house. The man is still in a coma to this day. I did tai-kwan-doe for about 15 minutes before moving on to archery. I set up my bow and arrow and angled it at a tree. Nature no longer made their morning noises. All was still. I imagined the big oak was my father and I thought of all he's done and all he's said before releasing the arrow and sending it into the tree where I pictured my father's head. I continued with shooting at lightning speed, one after one, then two at a time, then four.
"Nice wor−─" I turned quickly and kicked whoever was speaking right in the jaw. I positioned myself to finish the attack, but saw it was Erik.
"Gosh, sorry. I'm sorry. Don't sneak up on me like that." He lifted up and moved his jaw but winced. "Don't do that. Here. Let me fix it. You're just gonna cause unnecessary pain doing that." I knelt in front of him and lightly touched his jaw. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said, his jaw making his words sound weird.
"Alright. Now, I must warn you, this will hurt like hell. Okay?" He nodded and I smirked a little. He had no idea how bad this would hurt. "Ready?" He nodded again and I pushed his jaw back in place with my knuckles hard. Probably harder than necessary, but he did scare the hell out of me, and I don't like being scared. He yelled out in pain immediately after, screaming every profanity word known to man. I just knelt there and watched. He's kinda hot when he's mad. He's not one to get all bright red or anything. He just looks feral, but not in an 'I'm gonna kill you' way, but in an 'I'm so fucking pissed I'd fuck the shit out of you' way. Shrug. That's just my opinion. When he calmed down, he held his jaw and glared at me. I shrugged. "Sorry." I stood and helped him up.
"Women these days. You give one a compliment and boom! They kick you in the jaw. It's a sad, sad world we live in."
"You didn't even−─"
"I was about to. You kicked me in the jaw when I tried." I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"I apologize, Professor Night. Is there anything I could possibly do to make it better?" I said in a sweetie-pie voice with one finger nail slightly in my mouth in that weird provocative way girls do. He grinned and stepped closer.
"I mean, you could give me a massage…I'm not pressing the idea or anything, but either that or you could be in a play with me, and you'd be all the way forgiven."
"The sad part is that you're serious, aren't you?" He laughed, but nodded. "I'm not into acting, Professor Night. So, no."
"What about the massage?"
"I just kicked you in your jaw at the speed of light and laid you flat on your back earlier. Do you honestly trust me to massage you in your blind range?" He thought for a second then nodded with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You Americans are so naïve. It is sad. Amusing, but sad none the less. Was there something in particular you wanted from me that brought you here or did you just miss me?" I said sarcastically, turning back to the tree and raising my bow and arrow, angling it at the center of the tree.
"Both." I gave him a look, to which he smirked, then turned back to my target. "Thanatos asked me to look into this whole mark business. She, as well as I and the rest of the school, is curious as to what it means. I mean, we've seen some crazy shit here, and we've even recently gotten basically a community of red vampyres, but silver? That's a new one. Especially since you're the only one and we haven't gotten insight or warning in a while." I released the arrow and sent it dead in the middle of the trunk of the tree before turning to Erik.
"So, what, I am like a science experiment?"
"No. I'm just supposed to study you, take notes, figure you out."
"Like a science experiment?"
"No. Like a case study." I rolled my eyes and set up my bow and arrow again before aiming at a tree further off.
"I feel as though you have ulterior motives, Professor Night. Ulterior motives that could get you into a lot of trouble," I noted before concentrating on my target.
"My only motive is to figure you out."
"I doubt you are speaking of my mark." I released the bow and it went straight into the heart of the tree. I turned back to Erik and he had a grin on his face and amusement in his eyes. "You will have a hard time trying to "figure me out". I am quite complex, no pun intended. I have yet to know my true self, myself."
"Well, that explains why you keep denying your attraction to me." I raised an eyebrow. Where did that come from?
"I am sure it is normal for you to believe such a thing. It is common that women feel this way towards you. You are, apparently, the eye-candy of this school, shown by the students in your class and the roundabout gossip that travels through every table of girls in the cafeteria, but I am not attracted to you. For one, I do not know you. And you keep popping up, so it is a little hard to say whether or not I am attracted to you. I enjoy the chase, but apparently, so do you seeing as you can't stay away from me."
"I won't deny that I'm attracted to you. Denial is your cover-up, and a bad one, too. My motives are clear. Yours, on the other hand, are being kept behind your wall of denial." I shot my last arrow with so much force, it flew faster than the others and rammed into the other arrow of the further tree and split it, splinters of wood flying. I turned to Erik and moved closer to him, pacing around him seductively, shocking him.
"I warn you, Professor Night, your motives will get you into trouble. I come from danger, I live it, I breathe it. I thrive in destruction and pain. I am a dangerous girl and, though it may not seem so, I don't like you. You are arrogant and narcissistic. And when I do not like someone, I am very hard to deal with and read. So, unless you are completely versatile, I suggest you stay as far away from me as immortally possible." I stopped behind him and moved close to his ear, whispering, "Because if you step out of line again, I promise you, I will gut you like a pig and drill a hole into that pretty little head of yours and watch you bleed out and scream in utter agony." I smirked and kissed his cheek before walking away to take all of the arrows from the trees and put everything away. Stark jogged over then and smiled, but his smile faltered once he saw Erik's expression.
"Erik? You alright, man?" I watched Erik with a smirk and a faux concern and he nodded.
"Uh, yeah, I just…I just remembered something. I gotta go." Then he was gone. Stark watched him then shook his head.
"Whatever. He's having his own internal problems," Stark said then he looked at me. "Nice shooting, by the way. I saw you earlier. You're really good." I shrugged then put all the supplies back. "Anyways, guess what." I finished and turned to him with a smirk. His smirk made me get both excited and nervous.
"What…?"
"I found out who your mentor and roommate are."
"Great. Can I meet them? Who are they?"
"Well, you have the best mentor in the history of mentors."
"Who?"
"Me!" I stared at him for two seconds then we both burst into laughter. "It's very nice to meet you, Vicky, I'm James Stark, your mentor for the next 4 years here at the House of Night. Well, that is unless one of us croaks before then." I rolled my eyes as we started walking.
"Wow. Thank you for being so optimistic."
"Anytime. That's what I'm here for."
"What about my roommate?"
"Aneesa. She's been waiting to meet you, too. I've seen her several times and I've seen you, but never at the same time. But it's okay. I'm positive that after you meet each other, you'll be together 24/7 if you can help it." I smiled and hurried behind him, anxious to meet Aneesa. I very seldom like many people, but the way everyone was making Aneesa out to be, she seemed like a really nice person. He stopped at a building and I looked at him. "This is it. The girl's dorms. I'm not technically allowed inside here, but the guard at the front desk should be able to tell you where to go."
"Okay, thank you."
"No problem. Will you be okay?" I looked up at the building and smiled.
"I think so. I shouldn't have many problems. I will be fine."
"Okay. Here's my number and if you need anything, just call me," he said as he gave me a piece of paper with his number on it. "I usually always answer, but in the case that I don't, go to Thanatos for anything major, alright?" I nodded. "Great. I gotta go. The sun's coming up. I'll be back here tomorrow to give you a quick tour before class."
"Alright."
"Cool. See you," then he jogged off. I looked up at the building again before walking forward and inside the building. It was…just beautiful. It was like a castle. Kinda extravagant yet elegant. Like it was an actual castle meant for a queen with big pretty chandeliers and gaslights like it was ancient. It was—
"May I help you?" a voice asked. I turned quickly and found a desk with a young woman with jet black hair pulled back into a bun and the sapphire filled crescent mark on her forehead. Her brown eyes were set on me, analyzing me, but she had a friendly smile on. Her eyes found my mark and stayed trained on it.
"I'm Victoria Volcov. A new student. I'm trying to find my room. My roommate is—"
"Right here!" I turned again at the sound of a light Indian accent and found a pretty lightly tanned girl with bright friendly brown eyes and shiny dark hair that fell below her shoulders. She was wearing a pretty yellow beaded sari that went perfect with her tanned skin and cute yellow flats. She was smiling at me and extended her hand to me. "Hi, I'm Aneesa. It's so nice to meet you, Victoria. I've been waiting to meet you all day." I smiled back at her and shook her hand, but then she pulled me into a hug. She was about my height too. And how could I forget the unmistakable bright sapphire crescent in the center of her forehead? "Oh my gosh, you're so pretty. You're just…absolutely everything I expected but at the same time nothing I expected. It's great. Oh, and…I hope you didn't mind, I, uh, put your things away for you earlier. I just thought it was a nice gesture, but I also didn't want you to think I was some creepy weirdo stalker girl and I'm talking too much and now I'll shut up." She said all of this fast in one long run-on sentence and I laughed. "Sorry. I'm just really excited to have you a roommate now."
"Well, I'm glad to finally meet you, too."
"Ooooh! You have an accent. That is…Russian, right?" I nodded and she took a deep breath with a sigh. "Again, sorry. I'm not always like this. I'm really chills, but I had coffee a few minutes ago and I'm kinda excited, so I'm acting like a weirdo."
"It's fine."
"Anyways, that's okay, Helen. I'll take it from here," she said to the lady at the front desk, who smiled and nodded. "Come on. I'll take you to see our room. It's really nice." I let her lead me upstairs and down a never ending hallway until she stopped in front of a turquoise painted door with sapphire and silver crescent marks painted all over it. "I painted this like this a while back when I first got the dorm. I had this dream about it every night and kept drawing it unconsciously and I just decided it must mean something and I just…painted the door. I was in trouble, but it turned out okay, I guess. Now I see why the silver crescents. It suits you."
"Thank you." She nodded and opened the door. It was gorgeous. There was this whole Moroccan thing going on and there were colors and dark turquoise walls with Arabic written in gold on them over the beds only like and there were colorful striped drapes covering the ceiling. A turquoise and gold archway separated my area of the room from Aneesa's area kinda like a door and there was a big floor length orange drape pulled aside that probably would be taken down for privacy as a makeshift door. There was also living room type area separated by an archway that was dark turquoise and gold. The living room area was painted purple with light orange curtains over the windows and wooden frame protectors. There was also a long burgundy couch covered in pretty pillows and a pair of smaller burgundy chairs to match that were all in a circular type way to surround a long wooden table with a bunch of candles and pretty small plates and little knick knacks. There was even a little area by an unusual fir place made with a book shelf full of books and a few colorful pillows to sit on and a small table with a tray with two Moroccan tea cups and a colorful metal tea kettle on it. It was absolutely amazing.
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"Oh my gosh, this is amazing, Aneesa."
"Thanks. I hope you don't mind, I put your things away. All your knick knacks and pictures are on your dressers and I put all your clothes away, too. I thought it'd help, you know, make living here easier."
"You did all of this?" I asked in shock.
"Well, my brother and husband helped with making the arches, but everything else, yes. Do you like it?"
"I love it! Aneesa…this is perfect. How did you…"
"Well, last year, my husband and I—"
"Wait, wait. Husband?"
"Oh, yeah. Early marriage type thing. Well…not necessarily. It's kinda complicated." I nodded, remembering my father trying to get me to marry some guy named Dimitre back in Siberia at only 15. I know right. Fathers. "Anyways, we went on this trip to Morocco for a mini vacation and I just loved the culture. It was so fun and vibrant and colorful and I feel in love with the architecture and styling and themes, so I decided, why not make the room here as vibrant and fun yet still elegant and stylish as possible. I mean, we'll be here for 4 years and this is our room until then, so why not make the best of it. I'm kinda just breaking all of the rules. Painting the door, building architecture. It's really funny how I haven't been expelled and sent to another school yet." I walked around and found another door other than the closets. "The bathroom," she said with a smile. "I cut out the archway in the window, too. It's filled with colorful glass, though." I walked in and oh my gosh, I think I'm in love. The bathroom was Moroccan themed too with purple walls, but tiny colorful tiles along them in the shower and around the entire bathroom like a middle rim. The floors were silver and cold like metal and there was a colorful tiled part in front of the shower. There was a little step-like part before you stepped up into the shower, which had the glass doors, and on that step were 4 lit candles letting in a soothing herbal-ly fruit aroma. There were draping purple strings that could be set as a curtain surrounding the entrance way that could be pulled closed in front of the door in case you were, I don't know, changing or wanted a little privacy or something. There were a few round orange, pink, turquoise and green chairs and a long orange chaise as well as a black and silver table with a small silver plate of turquoise and silver flower petals that gave off a honey smell. There were two dark wood sinks with a mirror above them both on either side of a shiny purple 2 drawer cabinet that had a silver ball candle holder with an orange essence candle in it lit and a few little kits I'm guessing housed make-up. There was, indeed, a cut out in a cool, unusual shape filled with colorful stained glass and Jesus on a fucking crutch the toilet was gold. The friggin toilet was actually gold. I'm at a loss of words. I walked back into the bedroom and found Aneesa brushing her hair in front of the colorful mirror on her side of the room. She smiled at me once she saw me. "So?"
"You are amazing. I can't believe you did all of this. It's unbelievable."
"Well, thank you. I was hoping you'd like it. I wasn't sure if I was being kinda inconsiderate by decorating the entire room, but I also didn't wanna seem rude by only decorating my side or anything, so…yeah. I'm glad you like it. So, have you gotten to meet people around and all?" she asked as she turned to me. I hadn't realized she was dressed in pajamas until then.
"No, not really. Well, I got to meet Stark's friends and all, but that's about it."
"That won't work. They don't live here on campus like us. You have to find mingle room with people who stay here so late nights won't be lonely," she said with a joking smile. "I'm having a little movie night downstairs with a few of my friends. Will you come, too?"
"Uh…sure, I guess."
"Great! So, go ahead and change into your pajamas then we can head upstairs. They stay up on the second third floor. But we're just gonna go up to meet them. We're watching the movies in the lounge downstairs. I nodded and went and showered before dressing in a pair of black and white pajamas before following Aneesa upstairs. We were met by 5 other girls at the top, who all smiled.
"Hey, Neesa. Is this your roommate?" one of the girls, a pretty girl with thick curly dark hair and eyes asked.
"Yeah. This is Victoria. Vicky, this is Cassandra, The twins, Kai and Miko, that's Brielle and that's Liana." We all waved as I matched everyone's names with their faces. We went downstairs and engaged in a little conversation while we watched Glitter. Cassandra is the curly haired one that spoke first, and she seems to be the really leader type, the twins, of course, Kai and Miko, are Vietnamese, but were born right here in Oklahoma, and are the silly, bubbly ones, Brielle is the mixed breed with wavy black hair and brown eyes, the tomboy of the group, and Liana has short brown hair at her shoulders with bangs and silver eyes. She's really shy and soft-spoken. Aneesa is definitely the intellectual one that keeps everyone calm and I fit in as the one that is capable of kicking ass while also, apparently, getting anything I want if I just ask. Aneesa and the others said they'd heard a lot about me within the few short hours I'd been here, so maybe I'd try that whole "getting what I want" thing out on someone. I quickly analyzed everyone and noticed little instances of attitude from a few, but only in the heated argument about Mariah Carey's acting skills. This is an okay crowd. We're kinda like a perfect cliché group. I like it at House of Night already.
Kai & Miko:
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Cassandra:
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Brielle:
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Liana:
Alrighty, boring, but, a fill in on what's happening. I promise it'll be more exciting next time. Anyways, R&R! xoxo *Starr*
